Moriarty had sent Aliona and I to a meeting for him, due to the fact that he thought a female representative would be more successful in getting the client to give us the final installment of the money she owed us for a job. Aliona was pretty disgusted by many aspects, such as the fact she had to work for her uncle for once, and the fact that she was meant to be a female representative. She was still muttering about people being sexist, but Jim offered to get her something for Westwood, so she soon perked up. Seb dropped us off outside the building, and drove away again, so he could leave the car somewhere, and station himself on a roof with a sniper.

We walked up to the lady's office, well, it had been her employer's office, but as he had been the person whom she had got us to shoot, it was now hers.

She looked unimpressed when Aliona walked in.

"I'm Jim Moriarty's niece and representative, and this is my bodyguard. You owe the consulting criminal some money still."

I walked into the office, and stood to the left of, and a bit behind, Aliona. The lady looked a lot more worried after that, taking in my camo trousers and black army boots in one look, but not noticing the gun in my waistband. It's funny how people pay far more attention when they think someone has a bodyguard.
If only Aliona needed one.

Yeah, I know. It's a bit short, but at least you got a chapter. I'm working on Reich currently, so just wait a bit, ok?
~Chaser :)